Salt Encrusted Sultan

• Jarrod Tutbury, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2016

Salt Encrusted Sultan


I would gladly give thine wings for a chip,
Methinks thou will deliver great sunshine.
Thou art supreme ruler of thy fair box, thou art tastier than fresh fish,
O king of gold, come to me.
Thy crisp, thy crunch, thy crackle, thou bringeth joy to thine heart,
O salt encrusted sultan, I sing thine song of hunger,
But alas, thou art not mine.

Beware, for there art fell thieves here prowling,
they seek to crush, destroy and deprive me.
I will lose it all if thou art taken, O when will thine cruel misery end me!
Soon it will end, O joyful heart.
My belly groaneth for thou, and thine mind, it is in chains.
But perchance this gold is lead, nay, this king is no peasant!
O what delight it will give.